The gloves came off…but it was a challenge from the jump. I managed to bob and weave against the ropes and never took a direct shot from the sauce or the burrito.
Tag: #Random Thoughts #writerofthings
Not sure how this is going to go. I have concerns that there is more to my feeling that AIMEE and my Muse are closer than I might want to think.
That was yesterday, yet here we are again, and She’s flirting with another idea for Book Five about sourcing an organic-like humanoid vehicle for AIMEE. Her eyes say She’s flirting with an idea, but I’d call it more like stalking an idea.
She seems so much taller, and I so much weaker…when she’s ten feet tall…like Alice.
Shit…I AM down another rabbit hole. She’s not real. She’s in my head. Another left turn to procrastinate, not getting to the story I am supposed to be writing, and this shit pops into my head… recalculating…